Author: shanonrutherford6973

Just a small town girl who loves L&O: SVU and fic writing

Helloooo Hope you’re doing great ! Please can I request a writing where Rafi and Y/N are parents of a little boy for the first time and she’s back home after her first day back at work since the childbirth to find a messy and exhausted Rafael and they just lay down and talk Thank youuuuu💙

infiniteoddball:

Thank you! I am! I hope you are as well! Thank you for this prompt because I love writing sleepy Rafa! 

You walk into apartment, exhausted, but missing your baby. You look up, biting back your smile as you feel your entire body soften.  You take off your shoes, leaving them by the door with the rest of the mess in this apartment.  It looks like a tornado came through the apartment, but you just don’t care.  You take a deep breath and walk towards your husband. 

You slip onto the couch, feeling him stir, pulling you into his body sleepily, “Why did we have a kid?” He grumbles sleepily into you skin. 

You laugh lightly, “Because we had fun making one,” you answer as you curl your entire body into him, “Where is Dylan?” 

“Asleep. And if you wake him, I will kill you,” He laughed lightly, kissing your neck. 

“I won’t wake him then,” You sigh softly as you run your fingers through his already disheveled hair. 

“Our mijo missed you,” He said, sitting up, rubbing his eyes. 

You watch as he rubbed his eyes, “I miss him so much.  You have no idea,” you mumble. 

“Do you regret going back to work?” 

“No.  I just regret the fact knowing how much my job will pull me away from him,” You sigh heavily before you pull him back, curling into his warmth. 

“Then how about we go and try to make another one?” He grinned mischievously. 

“Mmm no.” You groan as you weakly push him back. 

“Okay,” He grinned lopsidedly, “Let go to bed mi amor,” He murmured before he lead you to the bedroom.  

You strip down to your undergarments, feeling his eyes on your skin as you drop your bra into the hamper and putting your hair into a messy bun before you pull on one of his night shirts and crawl under the mercy of the sheets. 

You watch as Rafa joins you moments later, pulling you back into his arms, “I know you feel guilty for working.  I know that you want to just curl up with Dylan every minute of every day, but I promise you this.  Your love will carry him through ever day.  Your love will hold him up babe. Don’t feel guilty for wanting to ensure our lil nino a strong future.” 

You blink back tears, kissing him slowly, tasting the faint hints of scotch and coffee, “How do you always know what to say?” You question thickly. 

“Did you forget I am a lawyer?” He grinned. 

Sigh

Can we get part 2 of mc!Nick x Reader A in the bathroom? The beginning was hot. Does someone walk in?

carisi-dreams:

the next part is…less hot. but goes a lil something like…

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Even if you wanted to keep your voice down you didn’t think you would be able to. Between the angle Nick was hitting, his hand on your clit and him whispering into your ear in English and Spanish you were too turned to be worried about being loud. Another moan punched out of you and you buried your face in Nick’s neck. He had one arm around your back and another on your hip and you knew in the morning you would have finger shaped bruises as mementos. Neither of you noticed the scraping at the door as someone tried to turn the knob until it was too late.

You looked up from Nick’s neck, drawn by a movement out of the corner of your eye and yelped. A prospect had opened the bathroom door and was just standing in the doorway watching the two of you, frozen. He couldn’t see much, Nick’s entire body was blocking you and your shirt was still mostly on, but it was clear what you were doing. You gripped Nick’s shoulder tighter and dug your fingers into his arm.

“Nick!” you urged and he just kept rolling his hips, beginning to chuckle and no doubt smear more filthy words along your neck. “No. The door!” you urged, interrupting him. He stilled and looked up, no doubt seeing the reflection of the prospect in the mirror before he turned his head to where the guy was still frozen in the doorway. You shrank back and Nick cursed and slammed the door shut immediately. He pulled out of you abruptly and you winced. He gentled his movements apologetically.

“Sorry. Sorry, love. I–I’ll go take care of this. You stay here. I’ll be right back,” Nick said gruffly as he pulled his shirt off to cover your lap. “Lock the door behind me,” Nick ordered over his shoulder before he exited. “Don’t open it until you hear me tell you to come out, okay?” he asked. You nodded slowly, a little fearful of the look in his eye that promised pain. “Entiendes?” Nick asked again insistently and this time you opened your mouth to respond.

“Entiendo,” you answered as you bit your lip. You gave him a small smile and he pressed a rough kiss to your forehead before wrenching the door open and slamming it behind him. You winced and braced yourself for the wrath you’d be able to hear him unleash even from inside the bathroom.

The music that had been playing in the living room abruptly cut out and you heard the front door slam open. Nick was yelling something in Spanish and you shrank back against the counter before hopping down and grabbing your jeans to put back on. Footsteps were rushing towards the door, the hang out effectively brought to an end, and you even heard Razor yelling. There was some more thundering of footsteps as people exited and you wondered if that’s all Nick was going to do when the house fell quiet again. Straining you heard his voice rumble out what sounded like a question.

“Lo siento, jefe. I’m sorry! I didn’t–” you heard another higher voice stutter out through a tremble. Nick must had made everyone leave except for this prospect. Nick said something else you didn’t quite catch before the guy resumed his fervent apology. “Jefe! It was a–” he tried again, but this time you caught Nick’s response.

“¡Cállate! I won’t have you raise your voice en mi casa. ¡Sal afuera!” Nick cut in. 

The front door opened and shut, this time not slamming. You strained your ears, but aside from what you assumed were Razor’s soft sighs coming from the living room you couldn’t hear anything. The door opened again a few minutes later and you heard Nick murmur something to Razor before you heard more footsteps and the door shut again. You heard the faucet in the kitchen run for a few moments before it shut off and the house was quiet once more.

“Princesa?” you heard Nick call. You couldn’t hear him because he was barefoot, but his voice got closer. “You can come out now, sweetheart. Everyone else left.” 

Left. As if they had had a choice, kicked out under threat of physical violence was more accurate. You opened the door slowly and your eyes immediately landed on Nick where he was standing outside the door with a forced smile.

“Just me. Yo prometo,” he said with a small gesture towards himself. 

The knuckles on his right hand were still damp when you grabbed his offered hand and when you looked down you saw some of the blood that must not have washed off in the sink. You frowned a little and he tugged his hand out of your grip gently, switching hands with you and leading you towards the bedroom.